Staring into a shattered mirror, <br />Only dead eyes; a forbidden place. <br />No life nor joy. No chance or hope. <br />No choice but to let it go. <br />The glint of the metal <br />Smiles up at me. <br />Gleaming with a deadly passion <br />He gave out his black hand; <br />And whispered 'Come to me.' <br />I took his offer; <br />Oh, so greedily. Oh, so rash. <br />He muttered 'Close your eyes-' <br />'And count to three.' <br />One. <br />His hand felt hot with anticipation. <br />My breathing; ragged; sharp. <br />Two. <br />The cool of His lips skim my throat <br />He whispered sweetly 'Its time to go.' <br />A fire burned as His lips gazed my skin. <br />The shine in the face's eyes. <br />Let me know, they feel more alive. <br />They gave me a final wink, <br />As His lips fell from my neck. <br />'Three' He grinned. <br />As He let go of my hand.<br /><br />Cory Jensen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/9829-count-to-three-9829/
